“MOM! We have a problem”
I ran upstairs to find my son pointing at the toilet. “Oh dear Lord, please please please let that toilet bowl be empty” I thought to myself. I slowly crept closer to the toilet and looked inside. There, submerged in the water was a red Hot Wheels car. “Sowy mama” my three year old was confessing.
“I gotta go, I gotta go..” my son was starting to dance.
We are down to just the one toilet at our house bescause the powder room is being renovated so I needed to get the car out NOW. I had the bright idea that I could scoop the car out with the toilet brush, you’re probably shaking your head because you know exactly what happed next. I pushed the car farther down the toilet.
“I gotta go…I gotta go now” the dance was becoming a little more elaborate with some hopping from foot to foot.
“Go get my rubber gloves” I barked at my other son.
” I gotta go mom, I gotta go now mom, you don’t understand . I GOTTA GO!
“I can’t find the gloves!” Comes a voice from downstairs. “I gotta go!” Says my dancing son. “You’re going to have to go in there you know” said the voice in my head.
I took a deep breath, bent over and reached in. Way in. I felt the car, pulled it out quickly and threw it into the sink.
“Get out..get out..” my son was saying. But I had to wash my hands. And wash them again and again and again and again and again and again………
You know who I blame this gross experience on? My husband. If the powder room was finished I could have just waited for him to scoop it out.